A.L.O.N.G

(Amen Leads Omen Nicely Godward) My prayers in stanzas; My long-time request has finally gotten an answer. Now feeling delighted, like someone who won bonanzas, You can perceive the joy like exhausted smoke from a silencer. Among the joyous ones, I am bona fide. I am fearless, like lions moving in pride. Even when a horse is galloping in my mind, it won’t miss a step— The omen of the "Amen" is what gives me a pep. I am surrounded by mercy—beyond what mediocres can merely see. A shower of blessings that quenches my thirst. I'm not in their class; I'm classy. Fantabulous fans of glory are what make me fancy. Please I need a picture on each line of the poem